Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Without Armor


Without Armor

Gushes of breath
Break the silence, a breeze
Of oxygen down her

Throat—
The monsters
Have fled the woods

And it is time
To take off
Our armor,

The piercing
Rustle of
Leaves upon

Silk-stocking feet,
The sound discreet
As they paddle along—

Mechanic ducks
In mending, charm
Them with gray eyes

Like water—
The brittle gems
That droop from

Daffodil leaves,
I discard my metal
Upon the thin

Branches of willows,
A fever rising upon
My worried skin—

She says it’s all right
But the feeling is
Unbearable,

Upturned pores
Stretch toward the
Air like ceramic

Cups and it’s
Cold—
The brittle

Sheaths of
Flesh upon my
Bones,

I can still see
The silky white
Teeth protrude

From hot red
Gums, hunger so
Wild you could

Explode—
But the monsters
Have gone,

And I can take
Off my
Armor.


4 Comments So Far:

  1. whew...intense...and sometimes it is hard when one can finally lay aside that armor and once more feel the world...

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  2. Very interesting piece...Seamlessly done...

    crossbow

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  3. A very depthful poem full of passion and imagination.

    Eileen

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